poetry, forgotten august birthday

A Forgotten August Birthday // Free verse

father smells like an old baseball glove,

a rusty red car with bent wheels.

it used to be shiney,

but not anymore.

 

like a grandfather clock,

that needs proper intention.

watch your mind,

use careful inflection.

 

it’s not a bad thing,

to be forgiven.

though I wish you were,

much less grim.

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